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(buck/mills/stipe)



I feel great. i lied to save your feelings.
Truth convened, my head smashed through the celling
I lost an arm, no one harmed, you diplomatically alarmed
I sulked away to lick my thin skin
I'm not over you, i'm not over you, i'm not over you